Fuck this b***h.
I'm too f****d up, feeling f*****g good, to deal with Faylinn's bullshit tonight. God damn. All f*****g month, the whole damn club has acted like it's not okay for me, the f*****g president, to cut loose and have some fun. So f*****g what if I black out and can't remember s**t. At least I haven't had any nightmares again. Those things started my second night here, and nope. No, thank you. I consider not remembering most of what happened for fifteen months with the Cartel a blessing, and if I have to stay high to make sure those memories don't come back— so be it.
I don't give a f**k right now. Faylinn can sit her ass down and let me handle s**t how I want. I f*****g let her handle her s**t how she wanted when she came home. Hell, I barely left her f*****g side. Whe
